WE'RE A THOUSAND MILES FROM COMFORT

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I have to spend the next 4 hours on flight to New York with a woman I have nothing but hatred for

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I have to spend the next 4 hours on flight to New York with a woman I have nothing but hatred for.

The bathroom door opens and Y/n comes out.

"I was just sitting there, move." Y/n says drying her hands on her shirt.

"Find another one." I say.

"Hailee." Y/n says.

"We're literally on a private plane, sit somewhere else. Hell, sit on the toilet for all I care." I say.

"Exactly my private plane. Move your ass." Y/n says.

"Or what?" I ask.

Y/n picks me up and carries me on her shoulder.

"Put me down!" I say.

I feel the plane shake and Y/n stumbles.

"Sorry, we're experiencing some turbulence." The pilot says as the plane continues to shake.

Y/n stumbles again and falls. She drops me and lands on top of me.

I groan loudly and Ethan laughs.

"Fuck you." I say.

Y/n gets up and sits in the seat.

Time Skip

"My back hurts." I say.

"Why, granny?" Y/n asks.

"Maybe because a giant fell on top of me!" I say.

"Alright, here's your room key. Room 509." Ethan says handing Y/n a keycard.

"Where's mine?" I ask.

"You're bunking together." Ethan says.

"Huh?!" We both ask.

"Everyone's bunking with someone to cut the costs. Most of our budget went into the actual show." Ethan says.

"I can't bunk with anyone else?!" I ask.

"No one else has a problem with it." Ethan says.

"Go on up to your rooms, we gotta be up early for sound check." Ethan says walking away.

I roll my eyes and follow Y/n into the elevator.

"Just to let you know, I snore sometimes." Y/n says as the elevator goes up.

"I can tell, Peppa Pig." I say.

Y/n rolls her eyes and the doors open. We walk to the room and she unlocks the room door. I walk in and turn the lights on.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." I say putting my bag down.

"What?" Y/n asks.

"We gotta share a bed?" I ask.

My Number One // Hailee Steinfeld  ✓Where stories live. Discover now